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The coins in the cashbox copulate not.
The shops that give him credit are getting rather few.
No-one will say where he went;
You cannot find him in his room.
Make-up was missing,
And other things too

The youngest child lives a life of great privacy.
The youngest child lives a life of great privacy.

His mother is upset. She eats nothing on her knife.
She should not play the piano.
It will only make her grieved.

A friendless destitute old man
Holds the boy’s head in his hands,
With the petals of a lily wipes the blood from off his cheek.

Pageant Boy
The bloom on a plum
You are Pageant Boy.
Pageant Boy,
The bloom upon a plum
You are Pageant Boy

Grimbold heard that female sex tourism is a thing.
Grimbold heard that female sex tourism is a thing.

Scrap walked on the canal with a buttercup-faced boy,
His eyes lit up like windows in the arcades.

I have heard that female sex tourism is a thing.

He walked on the canal with a buttercup-faced boy.

I believe that female sex tourism is a thing X2

Make-up was missing. There may be other things.

I have subterranean lakes of sadness inside me
And it is mostly alright
But sometimes the damp rises up and it warps my floor
And it is mostly alright
But sometimes a rumour reaches me of a hideous unstudied creature making its horrible home down there.

But look: this is the next stop:
The clientele are unabashed,
Foreheads glowing, throats all flushed.

There is a sailor;
There is a man dressed as a sailor;
There is a sailor dressed as a sailor;
But are they even necessarily sailors?

They are so loud you cannot hear them.

And the fellow whose life was an absolute failure
Was last seen boarding a ship to Australia.

His sexual depravity had so alarmed his family that they had procured his incarceration.
A delicate flower will find strength in licentiousness.

A shy boy in the police court for the offence of gross indecency.
His teacher sent him a postcard from Munich,
A woman enjoying the sex of a corpse,
And he returned to vague and wily habits.

Pageant Boy,
Live your life
Of great privacy.
Pageant Boy,
Running out of funds,
O Pageant Boy.
Pageant Boy,
Resume your place
In the design of things.
Pageant Boy
Death is in so in love
with the Pageant Boy.

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from Sweeping Tendrils, released July 29, 2019
Voice: Lieke van der Voort

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